Chen An directly held the gun to his temple, "Look at this yourself, this is what you want to inject into yourself, it's fucking toxic, are you out of your mind? You never even touched this stuff before, now you're using one every day..."
Bang—
Mo Nanjue fired a shot at Chen An's feet, the sound of the silenced gun was extremely faint and did not attract the attention of people not far away. He raised the gun and aimed it at the Men in Black, "Go get another syringe."
Chen An sneered, "Fine, alright, Mo Nanjue, you're firing at me today over a woman, aren't you?"
"Yes," Mo Nanjue nodded, his handsome face pale, "When I get out of the hospital, you can shoot me back whenever you want."
Chen An turned his head to the Men in Black standing motionless beside him, "Go carry him back to the car."
The Men in Black looked at each other in dismay, Mo Nanjue's eyes slightly narrowed, "Who dares to touch me?"
Of course, no one dared to move.
